Poetry Wednesday: The Eulogy I Didn’t Give (XXIV)

No weather on his face.

The Eulogy I Didn’t Give (XXIV)

by Bob Hicok

My younger brother was afraid of thunder,
lightning. My father bought a recording of storms,
put it on the stereo, and rocked on the love seat
with my brother over and over,
until the sound meant comfort, warmth.
Much later, my brother became obsessed with meteorology
and dreamed of becoming a weatherman.
When I final…